I got waylaid this morning – carted off to exotic locations, like Woolworths, where I was tempted by evil delights, such as biscuits (Cookies to you Americans out there), chocolates and bread of many descriptions, champagne, wine and Baileys Irish Cream – which called for the invention of the Poot Post.
So… What is a Poot Post?
It goes something like this:
Oh, no! I’m late!
(I’m not sure that “Poot” actually means anything at all, but can be used as a very soft swearword that would not in the least bother your great aunt or uncle.)
I’ll make up for my tardiness by writing a better (and earlier) post tomorrow.
Cheers, all! 😀